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“Fuck!” I growled. “Even that costs more money than I have.”

I sighed and was about to close my laptop when something else caught my eye. It wasn’t a sex toy; it was an ad.

Too scared to cam? Too pure for porn? Get paid to be a doll! Click here to get cast!

“Cast?” I thought as I clicked the ad.

Another tab opened, taking me to a company site.

Goddesses of Ecstasy Companion Dolls—For the discerning man.

At first I thought I was looking at a bunch of tiny, stuffed animal-sized dolls of naked women, but as I kept scrolling and clicked on one of them, I realized what I was really looking at.

Full-sized sex dolls, like blow-up dolls, but made from some kind of latex or plastic or something. They listed no price, which meant they were definitely quite expensive.

“Good thing I’m not buying,” I thought, scrolling back up to the top of the page. I clicked the menu where it said “Apply to be a Doll Now” and started reading.

Hmmm, I thought. Interesting…

Chapter Two

Kai

“Sex dolls, Rufus?” I growled from my desk. “Seriously?”

My desk. I still hadn’t gotten used to the idea that my father’s enormous walnut battle station was mine now, but after he passed away last month, I’d been forced to step up and take over the company much earlier than I’d expected.

He’d been a great man, my father, and took Forte Industries from nothing and built it into a towering multi-billion-dollar company. But he’d gotten himself into some financial trouble before he died and left me, his only son, with an enormous mess to deal with. And today, I was meeting with Rufus Spirros, the chief operating officer of the company, to figure out what we were going to do.

“Hey, Goddesses of Ecstasy bring in a good chunk of change,” Rufus shrugged. “Not world-changing or anything, but we need capital right now, Kai, and cutting profitable revenue streams because it grosses you out just seems premature.”

“Well, if anyone knows about being premature, Rufus, that’d be you, not me,” I replied.

“My wife would correct you there.”

“Yeah? What about your girlfriend? Or should I say, girlfriends?”

Rufus put his hands up like I was the police. “Ya got me! But that still doesn’t change the fact that cutting out capital at a time like this is the wrong way to go. We hire these girls, broke and in need of money, for pennies on the dollar, cast their bodies and turn them into sex toys. More real than real. Guys love them! Just because you have a problem with sex dolls—”

“I don’t have a problem with them, Rufus,” I interrupted. “I know some guys might want or need them. I have a problem with the big fucking career-ending story that’s about to come out about them if we don’t get ahead of the thing!”

Rufus scoffed and waved his hands. “Unsubstantiated rumor mill bullshit. Some internet blogger with a pine cone up her twat—”

“It doesn’t matter, Rufus! If that story blows up, which it looks like it’s going to, and we’re still churning out fuck dolls, what are we going to look like? No—it’s better we just shut it down now, and if that’s going to happen, the least I can do is handle it myself.”

“I dunno, boss. I think it’s a bad move.”

“Yeah? Well, it’s a good thing you’re not the one in charge then, isn’t it?”

Rufus shrugged. “No offense, pal, but I’ve been at this longer than you. I know the business better.”

“Maybe,” I replied. “But I know a scandal when I see one, and I know that we should be taking this company where it needs to be—renewable and alternative energy sources, philanthropy, environmentally conscious products—not a sex toy company that’s rumored to be exploiting the girls—or worse!”

Rufus frowned.

“Why don’t you come with me?” he suggested. “I’ll show you the goods. Think it’ll change your mind about shutting them down. Maybe you could take one home with you, seeing as how you aren’t getting any right now anyway.”

He was trying to appeal to my most basic masculine nature; show the boss some tits and ass, get him hard and get him to keep the company. I also couldn’t quite understand why Rufus was so hell-bent on keeping the division. It wasn’t like he had a stake in it. Maybe he was just a big perv and kept free samples for himself.

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